You lit my spark again
Dowsed me in kerosene and dropped a match
Turning that spark into raging flame
But I have been a pile of ash for too long
So the fire now burns and scolds me.
Author's Notes/Comments:
Yea this is months upon months, which were standing upon months safely hidden in the floor boards fearing the title Nazi Nicole, old. I fear being placed in a poetical concentration camp :(
* Aaron Cardoso